I'm writing just to let you know
That last night I hit rock bottom
And I'm not entirely sure
What I was searching for
In the bottom of a bottle

I wish that life was easy
And that each problem had a solution
But as far as I can tell
Not everything is meant to end well
It's a sad, but true, occurring conclusion

So I've learned something through all of this
That hanging on to you is poisonous
And heartache can't be drunk away
You just end up with your face in the toilet
And that's when I made up my mind I'll tell you now though I hate to spoil it

It hit me when I realized I had my face where people ****
And it seemed like a new low
Because I knew I was there because I've yet to let you go
And it's all very ironically metaphorical if you ask me
That where people **** is where I had my epiphany
Because **** is what you always put me through

So, basically, in summary, *******.